In the parked cars and the pretty parks  and in every lonely disease
 In the new loves under covers  in the cold touch of the right
 In the dead flowers and the silent hours
 In the nightclubs and the fights

 Cold  cold as the night  high as the trees  slow as you like
 Oh you know she's she's cold  cold as the night
 High as the trees  slow as you like... Sadie

 Inside her is the suburbs, in the old front room in the rain
 In all the bad days and the music that plays
 In the bored kids and their games
 In the new loves under covers, and all the young mums
 And their worlds
 Who are left at home when all the kids have grown watching
 the pretty young girls

 Cold, cold as the night, high as the trees, slow as you like
 Oh you know she's cold, cold as the night
 High as the trees, slow as you like... Sadie

 Oh and I've got to take it, and I've got to fake it
 And I've got to use her, and I've got to choose her
 And I've got to feel it, and I've got to steal it
 And I've got to be... Sadie